On Friday's run I also realized that there is a 99% chance that the ache in my foot turned in to a stress fracture, so that also means there is a 99% chance my 3rd marathon attempt is officially done. I am going to try to get in to see a new doctor this week, so IF I can get in to see him, and IF he discovers something other than a stress fracture is causing me pain, then there is still a chance I will be back on the marathon plan. But seriously, that's a 1% chance, at best. This would be my 3rd stress fracture in the same metatarsal in 18 months, so I am pretty well aware of how they feel.
It royally sucks, but life has given me bigger things to grieve over recently. I'm just hanging my head down, waving good-bye to yet another amazing training cycle, and mourning the loss of my favorite activity ever, which would be running, for those following along at home.
I still have Ragnar to prepare for, and even with a stress fracture right now, I will still be in shape to run Ragnar in July.
And not only did I not really workout this week, but I didn't foam roll, do my PT exercises, do any massage . . . nothin'.
Total Miles Run: 9.7
Tuesday: 3.5 Miles Run
This was a horribly awful run, complete with snot and tears and grief and feeling like I might keel over at any point.
Thursday: Elliptical and Strength at the Gym
This was pathetic. 25 minutes total.
Friday: 6.2 Miles Run
It was a gorgeous night for my last run in a long time.